This last Sunday night/Monday morning we were called out for a house fire. The typical early morning alarms that shake you out of your bed (naturally just after midnight). "Code one unknown type fire" you think that dispatch would read a bit of pucker factor into those types of 911 calls, but no. I am at the bottom of my rather steep gravel road when 911 comes back on the radio and states that law enforcement (who was called first, naturally) reports a fully involved structure fire! Now I have just made my Chevy 3/4 ton go from 35 to about 65 and am wondering if I will even make an engine. Made first out engine and interior attack. Fyremandoug was at the bottom of the driveway with our trusty 232 pumping to the fire (glad to have him there). After many 45 minute bottles and a very grubby set of turnouts I got leave to run home for a shower and go to the real job at Linus Pauling Middle School. Oh, did I mention 2 20 ounce triple shot mochas from Java Connection? Jeez it was a long night. Slept 11 hours the next night (ya think?)
